Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.